


Once Bitten

by jacinth



Category: One Direction (Band)
Genre: Blood Drinking, But for once he has a good reason, First Kiss, Harry's a jealous nugget with bite, Jealousy, Louis is a worry wart, Love Confessions, M/M, Mutual Pining, Panic Attacks, Possessive Behavior, Step-Brothers, Vampires, oblivious boys
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-02-08
Updated: 2017-02-08
Packaged: 2018-09-22 22:31:03
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,621
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9628130
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/jacinth/pseuds/jacinth
Summary: When Harry starts behaving strangely (more so than usual) after a date one night, Louis worries - more than usual. After Louis has a date of his own, Harry's intense reaction makes him question everything, and forces him to confront his long suppressed feelings for his step brother. Harry on the other hand is battling urges of his own.





	

**Author's Note:**

> I don't know how good this is, I wrote it in an attempt to get myself back into writing. I've been struggling with some personal things and I lack any sort of motivation at the moment. I've had my imagination beaten to a pulp with my current career choice where it's literally my job to come up with something to write about but I promise I am trying. I know I have a lot of unfinished works, and I don't do it on purpose. 
> 
> I have sequels and chapters piled up on my computer, some of them are done and need editing, some of them have a few paragraphs or sentences... but I WILL get around to finishing them. I still love writing, I love living with the story I'm currently working on and coming up with ideas in the middle of the night. It's the execution of those ideas that's the problem - it's just more difficult to do when you know certain things and have to be careful, but I won't go into that. Please be patient with me, I know it's annoying, but I really do love writing for you guys !  
> xo.

Louis stretched, licking his lips as he tried to ignore the dryness in his mouth that was doing its damnedest to get him out of bed for a drink, and when he was so comfortable too. After a good five minutes of resisting, and in turn failing to fall back to sleep, Louis sighed and sat up. Sometimes his body really annoyed him, especially when he wanted to sleep.

A startled scream left him a split second later as he took in the shadowy figure standing at the foot of his bed watching him.

“Harry?!” He clutched his chest in relief as he recognized his stepbrother. “Whore mother of Jesus, what- you _scared the shit out of me!_ ”

When no answer came, Louis slid out of bed, moving closer to the younger boy as a familiar sense of protective worry flooded him. “Hazza?” He reached out to touch Harry’s arm only for the boy to pull away without a sound.

Louis’ stomach dropped. Something was definitely wrong. Never in the fourteen years Louis had known his baby stepbrother had the other boy pulled away from him. Harry had been out on another date with _Catty_ that night, a home schooled girl he had met in the library. Louis knew Harry had really liked the girl and worry mixed in with relief at the thought that she could have broken things off with Harry. Worry, because Harry was a sweet, kindhearted boy who trusted too easily and formed attachments even more so. Relief because… it had always been just the two of them, ever since Louis was four and Harry was two and their parents had gotten married. He’d known from the moment he first saw Harry that the boy was his responsibility. Their parents dying three years ago reinforced that bond like never before, and both boys hated sharing the others attention. Louis was a bit more mature about it; he didn’t scare Harry’s dates away the way Harry did to his, for example. But Harry was young, Louis understood that.

Now though, Harry had pulled away from him, and Louis knew something had to be terribly wrong. “Is it… Haz, is it Catty? Did she break-up with y-”

“No.” Harry’s gravelly, sharp answer silenced any further questions. Louis watched his stepbrother disappear into their shared bathroom, his thirst forgotten.

**Ω**

A week later found Harry still avoiding Louis at every turn and Louis growing increasingly frustrated. The two times they’d been within five feet of each other Harry had gotten a pained look on his face - a look that always shifted into anger within seconds of Harry disappearing again. Needless to say it all left Louis scratching his head and sick with worry. But he wasn’t about to force Harry to open up, not this time. This time, Louis could feel...something. Whatever was going on, it was different from Harry’s usual pouting episodes.

It was Friday night and Louis was shirtless and pacing his room, frustrated with his inability to choose a shirt for his date. That frustration was made worse by Liam, who was sat on his bed staring out the window like a lost puppy. Probably Zayn. It was _always_ Zayn.

“ _Li!_ ” Louis snapped his fingers in his friend’s face, prying the boy from his sulk. “I asked you which shirt! Blue or grey!”

Liam glanced at the shirts. “Um...blue?”

“Grey.”

Louis’ head snapped up at the sound of Harry’s voice. Harry stood in the doorway of their room with his hands in his pockets.

“Brings out your eyes.” Harry shrugged and turned to continue down the hallway towards the stairs.

Yanking the grey button down over his head, Louis skidded out of the room and followed Harry down the stairs. “You’re speaking to me again?”

Harry paused his steps, and Louis saw his head turn a little. “No.”

Louis sighed in annoyance and followed Harry into the kitchen. “What’s happening with you, Hazza?” He gestured in Harry’s general direction. A week ago the boy had been all fluffy curls, even fluffier jumpers, and endless knock-knock jokes that Louis had heard a billion times but still laughed at anyway. Now… Now Harry wore head to toe black, leather boots replaced his converse, and his curls were pushed back messily. On top of that he was paler than the purest snow. He looked different… grown up. Louis wasn’t sure he liked it. He wanted the sweet megawatt smile and cuddly boy, what stood in front of him now was… Louis couldn’t think of a word for it. “Are you on drugs?”

A low chuckle filled the space between them and Louis huffed. “Well what am I _supposed_ to think, Harold!? You barely speak, you don’t eat, you avoid me like the plague...” He couldn’t keep his voice from cracking, “What’s wrong?”

Harry closed his eyes a moment, breathing in slowly before gripping the counter tightly and exhaling. “I...just, stay away from me, Lou.”

Then he was gone, disappearing out the back door. Louis heard his car starting and he vaguely wondered how Harry managed to get his keys. Given they’d been in Louis’ back pocket, it didn’t leave a lot of options unless Harry hotwired the damn thing. He reached behind himself to pat his arse pocket and sure enough, his keys were missing. How the f-- it hit him that he now had no way to meet his date.

“ _Goddamnit Harold._ ” He hissed. “Liam!!! I need a ride!!”

**Ω**

Louis sneaked in the back door just past two in the morning, trying to make as little noise as possible. The house was black as pitch, and silent as the grave, making Louis feel clumsy, like he’d bump into some invisible shelf stacked with noisy appliances and wake the whole block. He hadn’t intended to stay out so late, but his date, Boyce, had been feeling quite frisky and they’d ended up snogging in the corner of the club. Louis finally decided it was time to come home when Boyce went to pay for their drinks and a condom fell out of his wallet. Louis wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Hell, no one he’d ever dated since he was fifteen ever seemed to be _the one_. Louis briefly wondered if he was broken.

“ _Do you know what time it is?_ ”

The voice came so suddenly out of the darkness that Louis nearly choked on his own tongue. “Holy sh-Jesus. What the fuck, Harry!”

Harry seemed unconcerned by Louis’ impending stroke and stepped forward into the middle of the kitchen, the light of the moon streaming through the window catching his face, giving it an eerie, sinister quality. Louis resisted the urge to take a step back. “It’s two-thirty in the morning, Louis.”

If there was one thing that made Louis puff up in anger, it was being lectured. Louis lifted his chin and did his best to look down his nose at Harry despite the nearly six inch difference in their heights. When had the little twerp gotten so tall?

“Just where do you get off telling me _anything?_ I’m eighteen, Harold. _You’re_ the child.” He jabbed a finger at Harry’s chest and stood up even straighter. “Besides that! You’re the one who came home at dawn last Friday night! So don’t you even dare-”

Harry snatched his wrist and squeezed tight, effectively shutting Louis up. It _hurt_. “Oh I don’t know, Louis, where _do_ I get off worrying about my... you, while you're off doing God knows what with some stranger-”

“His name is Boyce!” Louis growled, trying to tug his arm free. “And what I did or _didn’t_ do with him is none of your damn business!!! Do you see me prying into your sex life!?”

“At least I _have_ a sex life!” Harry snapped.

Louis froze. Well damn. Who could’ve guessed Harry would lose his virginity before Louis? The very thought made something ugly twist inside him, something he refused to look at too closely. “Well whoopie shit, Harry! Congratulations. You want a fucking cupcake?”

“No, Louis. What I want is to _not_ be up all night worrying about you.”

“For God’s sake, Harry.” Louis huffed in annoyance. It wasn’t genuine, how could it be when Harry had just admitted to worrying about him? “I’m fine, okay?”

A moment passed, and the muscle in Harry’s jaw twitched. “I don’t like it.”

Louis rolled his eyes. “That’s funny, considering I wouldn’t have met Boyce if it weren’t for you.”

An adorable frown appeared on Harry’s face but it wasn’t the one Louis was used to. It was like Harry had grown up overnight, even his facial expressions had changed. “Me? I’ve never even met Bolg.”

“Boyce.” Louis held back a laugh and rolled his eyes again instead. “He’s Catty’s older brother.”

The moment the words were out of his mouth, Louis heard nothing but wind, then he was crashing against the fridge door. If he weren’t so stunned by the impact he would’ve been a little concerned by the fact that the fridge had been over eight feet behind him half a second ago. Louis squawked, disoriented when Harry grabbed his face and wrenched it to one side, then the other. “Did he bite you?!”

Louis blinked rapidly in confusion, still reeling from being treated so roughly. What. “Wha-”

“ _Louis!!!_ ” Harry snarled, enraged. Louis froze like a deer locked in the headlights. “Did he _bite_ you?”

“What the-” Louis slapped at Harry’s arms and tried to push him off. “No? What the fuck.”

“Are you sure?” Harry lifted Louis’ arm to examine it, pulling a face he would have laughed at if he weren’t so bemused by his stepbrother’s behavior. Harry had always been an oddball, but this was weird even for him.

“I’m sure!” He slapped at Harry’s hand. “Why would he bite me?”

Harry just stared at him for the span of a breath, then he was gone in a flash, leaving Louis blinking at the empty space. He jumped when the door slammed.

What the fuck.

“ _Louis, Harry, is that you?_ ”

“Sorry, Aunt Nina! Couldn’t sleep, I took a drive.”

**Ω**

After a quick shower, Louis curled up on his bed to wait for sleep but quickly gave up the idea when he realized his racing brain would never allow it after everything that had happened. Harry had been so frantic, and angry. He shivered, remembering the manic gleam in his stepbrother’s eyes. Louis sat up with a sigh and leaned over grab his laptop off the chair next to his bed. After it booted up he quickly typed every strange thing he noticed about Harry these past days into the search bar.

He stared at the results.

Vampires?

These people were mental. He slammed the lid of the laptop shut, shoved it to the end of his bed and laid down.

**Ω**

The sun was streaming through the bedroom window when Harry came in. Louis was half asleep, but his eyes flew open all the way when he saw Harry’s state. He shot out of bed, panic building in his chest. “What happened!?”

Harry shrugged and slammed the bathroom door in his face.

“Harry!” Louis rattled the doorknob, and pushed against the wood. He knew it was useless, but it didn’t stop him. “Harry! Tell me _what the fuck happened_. Now!”

“Go away, Louis.”

A hysterical laugh burst from Louis, startling him. “Go away? _Go away?!!_ ” He shrieked. “You’ve been running about acting dodgy and looking even dodgier all week, then you creep around in the dark and throw me across the room like a ragdoll and ask if my date bit me before fucking off to God knows where, to do God knows what, and then come home again covered in blood and I need to _**GO AWAY?!!!!**_ ”

Louis was hyperventilating now; his vision was narrowing, like he was looking and breathing through a straw. His mind was screaming fifty different things at him at once and Louis stumbled away from the door before falling on his arse. He scooted back against the edge of Harry’s bed and clutched his chest. Was he dying? It felt like he was dying.

Harry was kneeling in front of him then, shirtless, chin still smeared with blood. Oh God. Louis swayed sideways, barely noticing Harry’s frantic expression before the boy was suddenly behind him, pulling Louis’ back to his chest and holding him tight, and whispering things Louis couldn’t focus on. The sound was soothing him, and the feel of Harry’s cool skin was heaven, even if the other boy was tense, as if he weren’t even breathing. Slowly, the overwhelming feeling of suffocation began to ebb away. “That’s it, baby. Breathe.”

If Louis weren’t so exhausted, he might have found the endearment odd.

**Ω**

When Louis opened his eyes a few hours later, Harry was next to him, watching him sleep, like it was _normal_. Louis blinked, shifting slightly and clearing his throat. “Um…what-”

“You passed out.” Harry said with a nonchalant shrug. Louis watched in confusion as the younger boy rolled away and stood.

Sitting up, Louis replied flatly, “I gathered that.” He rubbed his eyes and sighed. “What the hell happened, Harry? You can’t keep running away every time I ask a bloody question.”

The younger boy threw him a cheeky grin. “I wouldn’t bet on that, Lou.”

Louis huffed, giving him a bitchy look that once upon a time, could get Harry to do anything, but was now met with a mulish expression that Louis would've found amusing were he not so frustrated by his stepbrother’s pigheaded behavior. “According to google you’re a vampire.”

Harry froze in the middle of tugging his rolling stones t-shirt over his head. Louis felt ice lace his veins in response, wondering if he was going mental.

“That so.” Harry ran a hand through his messy hair. “And just what made you google vampires?”

Louis opened and closed his mouth, suddenly hyper aware that Harry was watching him like a hawk, listening. It made him feel hunted, almost. “Desperation, I suppose. You weren’t speaking to me… and I…”

“You what, God bored, read Twilight and thought ‘ _Hey!_ ’”

“Sod off, Harold.” Louis snapped. “I was worried about you! So I… I typed your symptoms into google. It said you were either a vampire or a drug addict. You denied drugs already, though, that’s exactly what someone _on_ drugs would do so-”

Harry cut him off with an exasperated noise. “I’m not on fucking drugs, Louis.”

“Well pardon my concern, Harry.” Louis shot back. “Pardon my concern for your increasingly pale, sweaty and shaky appearance and assuming you’re bloody taking something!”

Harry glared at him. “It has more to do with what I’m not taking, actually.”

Covering his eyes, Louis shook his head. “Oh, Christ, Harold. Please tell me you’re not going through withdrawal.”

“No.” The word was halting, making Louis even more suspicious. He looked up at Harry, raising his brows. Harry sighed. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“Then fucking explain it to me, because I can’t fucking stand secrets between us!”

Harry started laughing at that. A full blown, loud, _guffaw_. Louis ground his teeth, growing impatient and snippy. He needed a cup of tea before he put Harry’s head through a wall. Angrily, he stood and stomped across the room, shoving Harry out of the way. Or, he tried to, but the moment his shoulder collided with Harry’s chest Louis found himself bouncing off as though he’d just run into a wall and losing his balance. “Ouch! What the f- _woah_ -”

The younger boy was at his side before he had time to blink, catching him by the arm and yanking him upright. Harry was stiff, just like he’d been earlier. Every muscle rigid, as though he were holding himself back from-

Louis squinted up at Harry, taking in the pale face, dark eye-bags, and... _black eyes_. He jerked, trying to pull away. “You! Y-y-you. You’re... Oh my God.”

The hurt that flashed in Harry’s expression made Louis instantly regret his reaction. “Harry…”

Harry let go of him and backed away, face closing off in that way Louis had grown to hate in the last few days. Louis didn’t think as he rushed forward, needing to comfort Harry “I’m sorry! Hazza, _no no_. I’m sorry.” He breathed, reaching for the younger boy’s hands. “I was just startled. Don’t shut me out again. Please.”

“You think I’m a freak.” Harry accused, still backing away. “And you should, I-”

“No,” Louis shook his head. “ _No_ , Haz, I don’t. I don’t think that. You’re still you. I just… I _care_ about you. What happened?”

Lips tightening, Harry tugged his hands free and turned away from Louis, wandering over to the window to look outside. Before Louis could speak though, Harry finally started talking.

“It was Catty. We had sex… in the backseat of the car. And she bit me. I didn’t notice at the time… she did it while I was…and I remember her forcing me to drink her blood.” He sighed. “Soon after, it felt like my entire body was on fire. Literally, like someone had just chucked me into a pit of fire, I remember her hand over my mouth when I tried to scream. I either passed out, or she put me out, but when I woke up I was alone in the car… and everything around me was… I can’t even describe it. Every sound was heightened to a fucking migraine, and I could suddenly see fucking dust particles when I shifted or the wind blew. And the heartbeats… I could hear the heartbeats of fucking stags a mile away, hear the animals moving about, hear traffic on the other side of the forest. I thought I was going crazy, or that maybe I’d been drugged. I just sat there for I dunno how long until I forced myself to come home. The second I turned onto our street I could hear your heartbeat… and when I walked into the house, _the scent of your blood._ God, Louis, I nearly killed you that night. You… you have no idea how close… I. It terrified me. The idea of hurting you? Jesus Christ, Lou, I’d rather die. So I stayed away.”

Louis sat quietly, listening to Harry tell his story, his rage growing with every word. He wanted to kill Catty. Thing was, he couldn’t tell which transgression was worse. The fact that she’d turned his lovely baby stepbrother into a… a vampire, or the fact that she’d slept with Harry. Louis had been avoiding those sort of feelings for the younger boy for so long, he’d been sure he’d beaten it, but the jealousy that burnt inside him now contradicted that.

“I assume there’s no cure.” Louis stated softly as he walked up behind Harry and wrapped his arms around the boy, because vampire or not, he was still a boy. He hugged him tightly, resting his cheek against Harry’s shoulder blade. “We’ll figure this out, Hazza. It’s going to be alright.”

“No!” Harry shouted, but the way his voice cracked made it sound more like a sob. “It won’t be alright. I’m a fucking freak and you should stay away from me, Louis. Sooner or later, I won’t be able to fight the need for blood, and I don’t want to hurt you!”

Louis gave him another squeeze before pulling away and forcing Harry to face him. “You haven’t had blood yet?”

Harry shook his head.

“Didn’t it ever occur to you that this isn’t like a drug addiction? You can’t just hold out until the craving subsides, Harry. The hunger is just going to keep growing until you just…”

“Just what? Massacre the entire town?! You think I don’t know-”

“You should have told me, Harry. I would’ve found some way to help. I don’t care if we have to drive out to some dairy farm in the middle of the night so you can drink cow blood.” He huffed when Harry snorted at that. “I’ve always taken care of you, and I always will.”

“I’m not some fucking unruly toddler that needs a babysitter, Louis!” Harry snapped. “Stop-”

Louis shoved at his chest. “I know you’re not! Believe me, I know. But when you love someone you do everything you can to help them!!! Your goddamned tantrums won’t change that!”

Harry glared at him stubbornly and Louis sighed but refused to back down. “You need blood.”

“No.” Harry’s voice was defiant, but strained. “No. I’m fine. I don’t need- what are you doing.”

Louis dropped his empty water glass on the floor, shattering it. “What needs to be done, Harry. You need blood, you’re getting weaker by the day!” He bent to pick up a shard and was tackled half a second later, landing on the floor with an uncomfortable thud, Harry on top of him.

“ _No!_ ” Harry hissed. “I could kill you, Louis! Don’t you get that?!”

“If you die, Harry, then it won’t matter either way!” He squeezed the shard of glass still in his hand, wincing as it sliced through his skin. The reaction was immediate, Harry’s eyes turning black as coal. Louis shuddered at the sight, and watched with curiosity as Harry’s teeth sharpened. “Harry,” He reached up with his clean hand and gripped Harry’s hair, tugging his head down. He turned his head, exposing his throat. “I trust you, Harry. It’s okay.”

The vampire made a pained sound and snapped forward, burying his teeth in Louis’ neck.

Louis gasped, arching up under Harry. He was no expert on vampire bites… but who knew it would feel so… _good_. Intimate. The very thought that Harry had experienced it at the hands… fangs? Of someone else had his jealousy boiling again, but all thought flew from his mind when Harry’s hands began sliding over his body, clawing, and tugging, like he was trying to tear his way into Louis’ skin. The vibrations from Harry’s growls had Louis shuddering in pleasure. He locked his thighs around the vampire’s hips, holding him close. When he felt an unmistakable hardness pressing into him, he flushed, equally aroused and embarrassed. Louis knew, he knew that there was no way it was genuine, that Harry was just reacting to the blood. As sadness began welling up inside him, Harry stiffened above him and pulled his fangs free.

“I’m sorry,” The words were muffled against Louis’ shoulder before Harry pulled away, face clean of any traces of blood. His color was much better, Louis noted, more like the boy he once knew. “M’sorry, Lou.”

When Harry tried to pull away, Louis clutched his shirt, holding him in place. “Why? You look a hell of a lot better than you did five minutes ago. I feel...a bit lightheaded but other than that I’m absolutely fine. What is there to be sorry for?”

Harry shot him a dark look. “You think I couldn’t smell and taste every emotion you felt just now?”

Feeling his face heat, Louis exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut. Shit. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I reacted that way, I couldn’t help it! I also know you couldn’t help it either, but I promise not to bother you, Harry, I won’t say a word about it, just please, don’t shut me out again.”

The vampire looked beyond confused then, and Louis would have laughed had it not been for the crushing worry currently choking him. “You couldn’t help what? Your arousal? I know that. I was talking about mine. Your fear, God, Lou, you have to know I would never-”

Louis looked away. “I know. I love you, Harry. You know that I want you, and I know it’s wrong.” He looked up at the vampire with pleading eyes. “But you have to know that I would never use this to get what I want. I wouldn’t abuse your trust-” A hand clamped over his mouth, abruptly cutting him off. Harry stared down at him with an intensity that could have melted steel.

“What you want?”

Louis nodded.

“What is it you want, Louis?” Harry asked quietly as he removed his hand.

“Don’t make me say it,” Louis whispered, but Harry just kept staring. “You. I want you. It’s not… a recent thing. I know it’s wrong. And I know you don’t want me back, but please don’t let this-”

This time his words were cut off by a kiss. Louis gasped, tasting the salt of his own blood on Harry’s soft, full lips. The vampire took the opportunity to delve deeper, licking into his mouth with a moan, making Louis shudder in pleasure. Louis had kissed a few people in his time, but none of them made him feel this way; ready to spread his legs and take whatever was offered. It suddenly hit him how blind he’d been. He’d been so busy fighting his feelings for Harry that he hadn’t seen how it was affecting his other relationships. The whole time he had thought he wasn’t ready for sex, when in truth, his body and mind were refusing to react to anyone but Harry. Louis’ body knew it belonged to Harry and always had, but if this was bloodlust Harry was feeling… he pushed Harry back and struggled to get his breath. “Do you… I mean, do you want me? Or is this just some… delayed reaction to the blood?”

“Jesus Christ, Louis.” Harry breathed, leaning in to press their foreheads together. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I figured out what my dick was for.”

The both started laughing at that, and Harry kissed him again. “I don’t know if that’s why I reacted the way I did the night I was turned, but it doesn’t matter. I wanted you when I was human, and I want you now. Although…”

Louis bit his lip, suddenly worried again. “Although?”

“I don’t know if I can… control myself, when it comes to you. Before, I could... _somewhat_ tolerate you going on dates, and the people who flirted with you, but I’m quickly realizing that it’s a thing of the past, human me. Now I just want to rip the throat out of anyone who even fucking looks at you.” Harry’s eyes blackened. “When you came home last night with his scent all over you… fuck.”

“I felt the same,” Louis admitted quietly, “when you told me about Catty. I wanted to hurt her for touching you.”

Harry’s lips quirked, “The difference is, I _actually might_ hurt someone. I feel this… attachment to you. It goes beyond love. If we do this, and you wanted out down the road, Lou, I don’t think I could allow it.”

“What makes you think _I_ would allow it?” Louis gripped Harry’s neck, pulling him into another kiss. “I’m yours… and the idea of leaving you, ever, makes me sick inside. But Harry…”

“Hm?”

“Will you… drink from other people? I’m… not okay with that. I know I should be but-”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t think I can now, if I’m honest. I don’t know how I know that… instinct maybe, but I do know it. I won’t hurt you, though, Lou. If I need to take blood from animals, then so be it.”

“We’ll figure this out,” Louis kissed Harry’s nose. “I love you, Harry. Always have.”

Harry licked at Louis’ bottom lip, staring into his eyes and showing him every emotion he’d ever kept hidden from the older boy. “I love you too, my Louis. More than you could ever know.”

“I think you’re underestimating me." Louis smiled. "My Harry.”

Nodding, Harry closed his eyes. “Yours.”

**Author's Note:**

> My new tumblr: ( iamjacinth.tumblr.com )
> 
> I left myself a bit of leg room on this one, in case I ever decide to come back to it.
> 
> Comments are very much appreciated!!! xo.


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